After Accidentally Entering the World of Cultivation, I Became the Villain's Salvation

My name is Shiyi, a former high disciple of the Tianyan Sect and now the master of the Wuyou Peak of the Xiaoyao Sect. I have a world-destroying demonic sword that is permanently sealed in my body. My daily routine consists of setting up formations, fighting swords, catching fish, and trying not to lose myself. Until I happened to pick up a poor little boy with white hair and red eyes in the plague-ridden Qingshi Town. In the original book, she is the future world-destroying demon king, and is now being tied to the altar as a sacrifice by the villagers. With the idea of ​​not wasting a good seedling, I took him back to Xiaoyao Sect. But later on, he was tricked by Sima You, an old man, and became his disciple. "Master, this is my new dessert, please try it..." "Master, a few days ago in the mortal world, I bought the latest story book that you updated..." "I, Yun Gui, will firmly choose Master..." --- The winter sunshine slanted into the small courtyard. Shiyi fell asleep on the bamboo chair, and the script fell from his hand. When she woke up, the first thing that caught her eye was a plain bamboo umbrella, which covered her face just right, filtering out the dazzling light. The umbrella handle was held in Yun Gui's hand. The girl was sitting on a small stool next to the chair, with the talismans and classics spread out on her knees. The fingers of her other hand were gently tracing the spiritual lines flowing on the jade slips. She studied with such concentration that holding an umbrella seemed to be a natural thing. Shiyi didn't move. She looked at Yun Gui's side face that was outlined with a soft halo by the sunlight, at his focused expression, and at the small piece of peace cast by the shadow of the umbrella. Suddenly, she felt her ears burning for no reason. ——This winter sun is indeed a bit too warm.